(THE NEXT MORNING)

MIAS POV

My head was pounding like a tribal drum as the dull light filtered through the velvet curtains. A groan slipped past my lips before I even opened my eyes. My body felt heavy, warm, sore and not from sleep.

God, what did I do last night? And why does my body feel so... satisfied?

Something wasn't right.

Soft breathing surrounded me. Bodies. Four of them.

And then I smelled itfamiliar, intoxicating, devastating.

Mate ...